galindafied

What’s that, Halloween? Inventory thirty boxes of costumes and give your boyfriend an allergy attack from the ensuing dust storm? Do full makeup and prosthetics for two dozen drooling zombies? Carve a hundred pumpkins? Just say the word. I love my haunterly lifestyle, but my god does it make me its bitch. This season inspires…

little red

In a time when I still counted years I skipped from fen to forest with a basket over my arm, with offal tripe and fruitcake tucked into a pouch of love from mother to grandmother, and I, the intergenerational messenger, I skipped from fern to fungi to roots that stretched out, angling to ensnare. I…

nonchalantly bloodstained

Franceta Johnson posted an incredibly salient rant today about how tiresome the “glorified selfies” aspect of style blogging can get. She yanked the words right from my brain: there’s practically nothing inspired about three posts a week featuring the same poses, same background, same suspiciously grainy mirror shots. Your outfit better beĀ hella impressive if you’re…

skulls on skulls

As I bounced down the street in my cheap Spirit Halloween finery, an irrationally angry girl yelled “FREAK!” at me from a passing car. I have to say, I’m disappointed that was the best she could do. Scoundrel, slattern, harlot, blackguard, rapscallion. Someone needs ten vocabulary drills, stat. I really love creepy-cute. There’s something so…

two devils went a-haunting

I’m almost sorry for the dearth of outfit pictures in this post. Almost. I think the absence is more than compensated for by the garish, ghoulish delights awaiting you after the jump. If you’re not into Halloween, feel free to skip this one. But if you’re not into Halloween, why are you even here. I’m…

the witching hour

I’m on the upswing from a month of serious misfiring in my inspiration lobe. I know I said my hiatus was over, but I spoke a little too soon. For almost one whole month, the longest I have ever gone without blogging, I barely imbibed any fashion media at all. Suddenly everything I loved was…